I better not die young!

I spent most of my Saturday at some school dedication. Sounds like fun? Yeah, let me give you some NPR with that boredom. I just slept through most the ceremony stuff. It is how I cope with most of my problems.

I will go into a bit a detail to show that it was not entirely back. Just ninety-five percent of it! It was a ceremony to dedicate the king’s high school, the best school in Tonga. Supposable all hand picked students and teachers, because hey, he is the king. It was all in Chinese or Tongan, which did not increase the presentations attractiveness. China basically built it for them for the king’s birth-day or something (probably so score some big points with a small country). It was invitation only but they did not check for our invitations.

The highlight was afterwards, a huge luncheon. Like more edible, prepared food then I have ever seen in my life! Like enough seats for two thousand people and all the food was stacked on the table, waiting to be eaten, by me. But not yet! We all had to wait about an hour for the king to come. Where the crap did he go?! He could not just come over with the rest of us.

In any event, I got lucky and sat next to this old man that was drinking. When he was only a fourth of the way into the bottle he was fine, but after he ended up talking loudly through the entire prayer, the police came and took him out. As he was leaving he leaned over to Bro. Miller and said, "Doctor, they say I am being a disturbance. What do you think?" The answer was yes! He wanted me to be his apostle and spread his good word, the good word of god, his booze. I just sat there silently humoring him with my laughs. That is what he wanted anyway.

Also, while I was sitting with all this tempting food in front of me, I saw something that looked like a large pig run right behind me. I was uncertain initially because we were under a crowded tent in long aisles, but it was a pig. It got to the end of a row and was cut off by some people, so instead of stopping in turned and rammed some old lady. It was appeared to be trying to climb up her. She soon pushed it aside and everyone made way so it left.

We ate, talked, la da da, and we left.

I saw the blow holes later on the west side of the island and that was dang cool. I can't begin to describe it without bantering for another couple of paragraphs. So I conclude now.